Then he called to the coachman: "Stop, we must drive back!" The coachman turned heavily hi his seat.
"I have left some of my papers in the house.

Don't you understand?
We must drive back." When the coachman, a surly, thin greybeard, still hesitated, Casanova said: "Of course I will pay you extra for your trouble.

Here you are!" He pressed a gold piece into the man's hand.
The coachman nodded, muttered something, gave his horse a needless cut with the whip, and turned the carriage round.

When they drove back through the village, all the houses were dark.

A little farther on, the coachman was about to turn into the by-road leading up the gentle ascent to Olivo's house.
"Halt!" cried Casanova.